Parable # 5: Bowl

I came to NYC when I was 17 to go to the New York Studio School. It was a little crazy because the school was unaccredited and most of the students were much older and already had college degrees. The school had a gallery and cheap wine was served at the openings. After one of these affairs I ended up on the floor of the men’s room, literally curled around a toilet bowl. I barely remember being lifted up by my arm pits and a husky older guy’s voice saying, “Get up man, you can’t let those fuckers do this to you!”